Mo Shangjun glanced down at the cliff and said indifferently, "Those two below are yours."
"Cook them to eat?" Ding Jing chuckled lightly.
"I prefer to roast them."
Ding Jing: "..."
It's really impossible to communicate with her.
She couldn't understand it either. It was clearly she who came to dig the pit, but after painstakingly digging such a pit, Mo Shangjun kicked her down with one foot, picking up a big bargain, while she was left half dead from the fall.
Drunk on it.
Gazing at Mo Shangjun a few times, Ding Jing restrained her dissatisfaction and sat directly on the ground, like a Buddha statue, waiting for the two people climbing up from the bottom of the cliff.
Soon, Ai Youhuai and Shang Yuanting climbed up the cliff.
Originally puzzled about why the flashlight above had disappeared, as soon as they popped their heads up, they looked to the top of the cliff, only to see Ding Jing "standing there like a Buddha."
